Craving A Man's Touch

Chanel Preston is a masseuse-in-training itching to clock out and grab dinner with her wife and step-son Robby Echo, home from college for a break. One last client stands between her and that meal, plus the certification papers she needs signed. Robby suggests she works on him. She's hesitant because the required rub is very intimate, but he pushes with that cocky grin of his until she gives in. In the shower she strips, soap in hand, and her eyes keep drifting. Robby looks damn good naked. The cock between his legs twitches as warm water runs down it, and Chanel feels a hungry little spark—she's bi, after all, and married pussy doesn't scratch every itch. She scrubs him clean, lather sliding over muscle, trying to act like a pro when her mind's already miles away. They move to the mat. She climbs on, tits and slick skin gliding across his back, ass brushing his legs. Robby groans low, hips shifting so his hard-on presses up against her thigh. She keeps the strokes professional until he rolls, cock standing proud, and tells her flat out he wants it. That’s all it takes. Chanel sinks down on him, pussy stretching tight around every thick inch. She rides with hungry rolls of her hips, grinding clit against his base, breath coming sharp every time he thrusts up to meet her. Sweat beads, skin slaps, and the only thing left on her mind is how good it feels to be full again.